Poetry from Tolquinboyeva Odinaxon


Imaginations run wild
From the poets
Tears flow from the eyes
From the trembling of the drowsy heart. 

Suddenly sleepy souls
Immediately open your eyes
Alisher passed Babur
From the exclamation of figures. 


This is the sun in the sky
Always is shining
Autumn has come
The wind is howling

The moment you know autumn has arrived
Rushes to school everyone. 
The first bell rings
But we avoid the lesson